[Chorus]Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girlLet me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl

See I can be your man, baby, whoaI can help you build your plan babyI can hold your hand baby, neverI’ll be your sideline man baby, I’ll be thatNow we can fly to the bitch and ball baby, ball babyBut I’m too black to get a tan babyI’m your number one fan babyBut ain’t my lady that’s a lovely nigga lady of mineCome get your pieceIf I had your hands I’d cut off my hands pimpin, chop emLimping through magic, with that lean drippin, pimp, pimpAnd fuckin you is wrong, don’t wanna be right, don’t wanna be rightI watch a good girl go bad right in front of my eyes, In front of my eyes

[Chorus]Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girlLet me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl

I can be your man, and I’d rather be your sideline friendBaby I can be your man, and I’d rather be your sideline friend

I can be your secret lover, you can try me baby girl, on trouble, troubleWe ain’t gotta hit the scene, beein seen by them gossipin assholesOr your hatin brotherI just wanna fuck your ass and keep it quietLate night, my late flight from deep inside itKnow you heard about the tree and you wanna climb itYou niggas say he getting money, why he hard to find itMight as well get in my flavorMight as well just keep this playerStay secret lovers and let em come

[Chorus]Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girlLet me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl

They call me Gucci good, I don’t stay in a tree houseYour hoe don’t wanna go, try to hide under the couchBut everywhere you go, you always makin space for the bitchShe like a sign this …can’t get away from the bitchI’m in the yellow pages, and I won’t try to pay for a bitchYour hoe keep say you got them bitch, you need stay from the bitchAnd plus them young niggas I ride with ain’t gonna play with the bitchThink it’s a game and I’m just talking, you get a taste of this shitBut I’m giving you a hustle, ain’t go …Cause what you kill is what you eatLiving in this jungleAnd I lay pipe down every weekJust like a plummerYour girl a really mad eaterLike jeffrey donvas

[Chorus]Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girlLet me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girlWe gonn fuck up all the covers girlYou need to open up them thighs, Let me hop off deep insideI can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl